January 2012
3 posts
My brain is but an empty canvas. It’s so impressionable. The chemicals and symbols slowly color it as paint is absorbed pixel at a time. Dot by dot. My fingertips feel numb. My feet are cold. Nerves are just about dead. I’m ready for this amputation. There’s still a part of me that won’t let go, but now my canvas is red. It’s blue and orange. Purple. The lids trembles...
December 2011
6 posts
There’s no HIMYM until January 2nd?????!!!!
At least now i’m fairly certain that the probability of me enjoying 30 minutes of my birthday: 100%.
November 2011
4 posts
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
2 posts
August 2011
2 posts
July 2011
4 posts
OK, yes it’s a mistake. I know it’s a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it’s a mistake but you don’t really know it’s a mistake because the only way to really know it’s a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say ‘yep, that was a mistake.’ So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because...
June 2011
5 posts
Rest in peace Grandpa.
I don’t know you and I wish I did. I regret that I didn’t get to know you better, because now you will be always remembered by fragmented details that mom fed to me to swallow and forget. Even worse, now your memories will be used for anti-tobacco propaganda. It scares me that I don’t feel a thing, but as far as I know neither will you, so I think you...
I had a dream that I was flying.
Not like this:
more like this:
At least I got to see Hawaii in my dream, what have you done with your dream? o_o
I saw Super 8 on comfy theater seat yesterday. It was generally a very good movie. J.J. Abrams has established himself as a director who not only can make people want to see what he’s creating, but also able to deliver a gripping storyline on top of all the special effects that we know that he can use to full effect. I don’t know if it was a camera they used (maybe it was lens for...
Today at one of my classes, there was a pandemonium. It wasn’t so much like a rapture. It was a set of recurring events in which many people in the room yelled, screamed, and ran for their dear lives.
What was the issue? A mouse.
That’s right. A cute little mousey that happened to find its way through labyrinth of windows and doors to crawl into a classroom one lazy afternoon to get...
May 2011
5 posts
